A Lazy, Windy Day

Today’s poem is a bit of whimsical apathy or apathetic whimsy, take your pick; it’s on the lighter side for sure. It’s also a sonnet, which is a celebrity among poetic forms (albeit one from an earlier generation who has aged well…Sean Connery? Audrey Hepburn? Again, your choice). When writing formal poetry, I gravitate toContinueContinue reading “A Lazy, Windy Day”